The day my firstborn streaked in the Queen's backyard
A few days ago, we decided to check out the new playground in the garden of the 'working palace' of our queen. My friend M. joined us and we enjoyed watching Monkey run around while we chatted on one of the wooden benches.
The garden is actually more like a small park, with lots of green, a lake, some modern art objects, and now, a playground (if you're a tourist in The Hague with or without children: it is worth a visit and an escape from the busy shopping center!).
I can't help but thinking this playground is actually a compromise between the queen wanting a golf court and the City of The Hague wanting a playground. What do you think:

Actually, the architect of the playground says these balls are pearls.
But the reason you're still reading this post, is you want to get to the streaking part, right?
Be patient! I am getting there.
Monkey found some new friends to play with, and in the excitement he 'forgot' to mention he needed to go to the toilet. When the other children where gone and there where only giant white golf balls left to play with, Monkey ran up to us and showed his accident.
What's a mom to do?
Sure, there was art, golf balls and trees... but no toilet to change him into his spare set of clothes. But it was also too chilly for him to walk around in wet clothes until we found a toilet. Really, what would you do?
You would ring the doorbell of the palace and ask if we could use the royal restroom?
(Why didn't I think of that?)
I decided that if you 'rule' a country you have seen worse than the cute little white behind of my toddler. And it's not like Monkey yelled - while pulling down his pants - "SO THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF THE TAX RAISE!" or anything like that.
So I quickly looked if there weren't other visitors very nearby and I changed him into clean & fresh pants.

Being toilet trained ... in a situation without the presence of toilets, but with the excitement of a bunch of fun children and ginormous balls can be a bit of a challenging combination.
Comments
Hold on a second, I'm still laughing.
Okay, whew. You're exactly right: if the Queen orders a playground, the Queen is going to get some views of cute little behinds--especially if she doesn't order any toilets.
Posted by:
RM at August 26, 2008 3:33 PM
That? Awesome!
Posted by:
Chris at August 26, 2008 3:41 PM
Is that what's behind the gates?
Posted by:
M@ at August 26, 2008 4:30 PM
hahaha, OMG! I didn't know of a new playground overthere. I'll go and check it out but will keep in mind to do a pee pee before, hihi
Posted by:
Laura at August 26, 2008 5:09 PM
Hey ... it happens to everybody!
Posted by:
tj at August 26, 2008 8:24 PM
I'm just impressed you had a change of clothes! I need to be better about that myself.
Posted by:
DBN at August 26, 2008 9:48 PM
I can't imagine what it would be like to have a queen. Just a thought.
Posted by: Terri at August 27, 2008 6:54 PM
Hahahahahaha..so hilarious!!
Posted by:
teahouseblossom at August 28, 2008 3:23 AM
Oh he's toilet trained already! Harrison is still in diapers!! Hmm..do the Gina Ford book worked? I have it but haven't used it yet.
Posted by:
Mrs Mogul at August 30, 2008 7:20 PM
Oh, too funny! And good for you, with the spare clothes!
Posted by:
Madmad at September 1, 2008 2:07 AM
Hold on a second, I'm still laughing.
Okay, whew. You're exactly right: if the Queen orders a playground, the Queen is going to get some views of cute little behinds--especially if she doesn't order any toilets.
That? Awesome!
Is that what's behind the gates?
hahaha, OMG! I didn't know of a new playground overthere. I'll go and check it out but will keep in mind to do a pee pee before, hihi
Hey ... it happens to everybody!
I'm just impressed you had a change of clothes! I need to be better about that myself.
I can't imagine what it would be like to have a queen. Just a thought.
Hahahahahaha..so hilarious!!
Oh he's toilet trained already! Harrison is still in diapers!! Hmm..do the Gina Ford book worked? I have it but haven't used it yet.
Oh, too funny! And good for you, with the spare clothes!